One of my favorite topics to write about is the art of writing, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. It strikes me as being curiously redundant to write about the written word. Yet, I’m obsessed by it and have written about it previously.
Books are amazing things that can transcend centuries, cultural differences, educate, terrify and comfort us. My hope with this series of posts is that I would be able to share a few of the books that have molded and shaped me into the person I have become. I also hope that I’ve been able to get others to consider reading a book that may be outside of their preferred genre. Or, even better still, entice someone who has traditionally never fancied their self as a reading type, to pick up a book and embark upon the journey that is contained between the covers.
So, what is the last of the five books that has changed my life? I don’t know because I haven’t written it yet.
For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a published author and I’m determined that, someday, I will write a book and have it printed. My goal is nothing as simple as the desire to become rich off of my writing, but simply to prove to myself that I can do it. What will that book be about? I have no clue. What I do know is that when that day comes, my life, for sure, will have been radically altered and there will be no turning back.
Read my other posts in this series: